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Fiction

Fiction: No one knew that Paul Espeseth had renamed himself Pending Vegan. His new name was a mortification, yes, but he clung to it, for it also held some promise of an exalted life, one just beyond reach.

A director’s shift from screen to stage.

The resurgence of ballet in opera.

Poems

Cartoons

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